Well today it was Arillas Today, Gone Tomorrow. We were calmly transferred to Kapodistria Airport, and lived the 12 hours of hell that we pay to be in Arillas. The UK trains are being done-up and we spent more time on stations than on trains. And yes, it was fully 12 hours, 9am to 9pm, but we had a stroke of luck at Westbury where we caught an earlier final leg. We had expected it all to take 14 hours.
That said, we are in great spirits (OK - vodka does come into it...) and in better shape than we usually are on our return. The weather there is worsening and the heavy clouds were spilling rain all over us having a crafty fag outside the Airport this morning. Here in UK? It is warming up and we may even get sunny spells next week. However, we would trade the whole lot in for a wet but contented next week in Arillas.
Jen made me smile earlier about the preparations going on everywhere in Arillas "I hope they use oil-based paint, or it will all get washed back off next week."
A magic week with some magic people. We are so full of thanks for everything.
Phil